Aquila. [Uchiha Madara ]

Chapter X

Training sessions would end quickly with Fumiko. Firstly we had begun the basics with my chakra control which I already know. Secondly, I had been more strategical and gotten faster.

It has been five months of this so far. Already turned eighteen finally, and smiling brightly never before I did back at any compound. I still wondered how this war is proceeding in action. I haven't heard any updates of the Uchiha's nor Senju's in this matter in months.

Fumiko already left ten minutes just as we're done today's lesson; tomorrow I have to learn how to control Aiko's chakra not that I want to. Apparently, if I succeed I would be able to enhance more speed, strength and durability.

3rd Person POV (on the battlefield)

The listless imbrued bodies of mangled men lay strewn throughout the charred, devastated terrain. Portions of the human anatomy, such as arms, legs and other severed limbs were sprinkled amidst the stalks of long, tarnished grass. Resonating in the sharp wafts of air were the agonized moans and cries from droves of torpid shinobi, a sombre croon of voices, beseeching for their lives as they peered at death; cognizant of their own mortality.

Splattered in the blood of his own and more so that of his enemy, Madara ambled into the area. Only moments ago he had ended a man's life, and was intent on ending another. Soil and blood were caked onto his armour with only a few tears in the flowing plum fabric of his clothing. A streak of blood that trickled from the crown of his head to his brow had long dried, and the cut on his lip that had blood dribbling down his chin had begun to scab over, however, the iron taste remained on his tongue.

"Is that all?" A man shouted as he started reconnoitred the area thoroughly. Moments ago Uchiha Tajima was demised by his only rival Senju Batsuma. Later they both were critically wounded; neither of them would have been able to carry through in this world, so they would now be able to rest in peace with the other fallen soldiers.

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Some of the men were severely injured from the wounds that were inflicted on their bodies; embossed with many marks on their flesh, which was severely critical. Ramiko however, was maladroitly in her position as a medic. She couldn't even help those who are indeed needed medic attention.

Ramiko was convulsing violently; she couldn't help but feel guilt uprise in her. She felt as if her bones were quavering tremendously. The Senju's started to retreat as for the Uchiha's as well.

Ramiko frantically started to scout around for Madara or Izuna spontaneously. Her bottom lip trembled as she felt tremulous from the bodies laying out through the canvas. She tasted coal that abided in her mouth as she cringed in distaste.

Ramiko couldn't help but feel consternation build up inside her that this war was coming to an end so quickly.

"Is this it?" she merely whispered inaudibly as she tacit seeing Izuna and Madara; a benignant smile found its way on her cold dry lips.

"You guys are injured let me heal you quickly!" She rushed her way pushing chakra to her feet towards the brothers. She felt her heart beat faster than any normal rate.

Bright green chakra was emitting from her hands into Izuna's inflicted shoulder healing his wound. She started to speed up her body's natural healing process by sending out more chakra from her hands abundantly.

"You're all good to go," she smiled then averting her gaze to Madara. "I think I should check your inflicted wound on your leg mister." Ramiko held a stern look as Madara shook his head. "I've been through worse, why thank you. I think I will live Ramiko-san," he scoffed feeling aggravated from the tense atmosphere. He wasn't the one who would often snap at others, but something was bothering him that no one could quite figure what was exactly bothering him.